Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya know what I'm An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, with that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know what I'm So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a Enemy, man

Now remember that you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
While we was in the car, on our way to the
Well yo, right now, kick the for them brothers
An' let them know goes on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

Cold rock rap, 49er
Is what I an' I use, I never lose to a team
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna my photo

Run in room and hang it on the wall
In remembrance I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't rock the kid, so go cut the

this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So don't start bassin', I'll start
on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' your from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I find
I'll you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
I'm Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you want to
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't in stores but I break all laws

while sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the juice your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? a Bible, start your prayer
This to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just you lied

You got caught a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' teams their water
You messed with the master, to Chuck
An' wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked

You got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
It's no fun on the run
Because they got me, Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, you know?
I got a of a force to back me up
Watch out, we got the match
attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so you're
Wanna hear it again? We got a
Enemy down, the L.I. sound
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes make us groom
To all the ladies swoon
But it's the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, liars and cheap
Your up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, father fixes tires
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're never on
'Cause you an' your is only known as good triers

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, what you gotta do
You gotta tell them just that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, headed

get a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
who in the world of beat

You gotta let 'em that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the backyard we got a fly
An' that's the way the story
That's the way the story goes